Night Clubs Suck!

Last night , I was invited to a place called Short North Food Hall at 12:30am. Never heard of it, but it sounded like a Late Night Deli that I'd totally dig!

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Upon arriving with my friend, it turns out to be a loud night club. Bumping and grinding so hard that people were just a few denim rips away from making a baby. Women were dancing on tables and I was like "that look unsafe and unsanitary"

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Obviously, nightclub were never my place when I was single. Whenever two girls would talk to me and my friend, which ever girl spoke with me was the one taking the Gernade. Hi, I'm Jesse "eyesore Fugly Friend" Pimpinella a.k.a The Gernade. I felt bad that the girl got stuck with me because I felt I had ruined her night out. I would prepare cool facts about Batman for th occasion to at at least entertain my guest. So far, it's never worked. It was so akwards. You could tell she rather be talking to my friend. Being there was so akward, I would rather get blown by a piranha.

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So, in retaliation to this deceitful business name, I shall open a place call the Night Club, where we serve club sandwiches at night! I shall drop judo kick anyone dancing on my tables! BOOM